Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.